"And yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn, she found new hope that, some day, her dreams of happiness would come true."
"And each day Cinderella went to her mother's grave and cried over the young sapling. The bitter tears she shed soon made the sapling grow into a magnificent oak tree."
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while i was dying in the bedroom from some diease?
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